[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-327":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},427852,689,"Chapter 325","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-327",327,"\u003Cp>Enkrid only allowed himself to collapse after Kraiss had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs had no more strength left to support him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a heavy thud, he landed on his backside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weighty impact traveled up through his muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is harder than being trapped with a thousand soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to an entire day of desperate struggles against multiple opponents, this felt far worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he had only swung his sword once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in that fleeting moment, his exhaustion had accumulated to a breaking point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision swam, his mouth was dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body felt completely drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles had been emptied of all strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was separate from the pain of his dislocated shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the previous versions of today, the difference was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boatman hadn’t been singing about despair, despair for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had ranted so much about it that it sometimes felt like he would break into poetry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Enkrid had endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—more than that, he had dictated the situation itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reversed the concept of enduring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By striking first, he had survived the knight’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, his dislocated shoulders and trembling body were proof that he had won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luck had played a role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But far more than that—it had been calculation and effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid started to lie back but was stopped by a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should be careful with the furnace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he lay back now, his burned back would get worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her palm gently cradled the back of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair hadn’t been completely burned, but strands crumbled like graphite powder, falling to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a rare sight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar muttered, gazing at the space where the knight had disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, it is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied, looking in the same direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monstrous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And coming from him, that word carried a heavy weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight’s strength was beyond human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ragna had admitted as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna had faced the knight’s sword and, in doing so, had seen the next path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A door had opened, revealing a clearer road ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His task now was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maintain the will to push forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, there was no need to force that motivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was already muttering about next time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just faced a knight’s blade, yet he was already speaking of another chance, already discussing honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna felt an impulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to fall behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was amusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s so funny after getting smacked?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid shot at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And why are you smiling?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was grinning as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his injuries, despite his burned back, despite sitting there like a collapsed wreck—he was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to laugh, just laugh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel added, but no one responded to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal departed under Kraiss’ escort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Commander Enkrid’s order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do not interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Make way, make way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss cleared the path ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within this camp, Enkrid’s name was as sharp as a legendary blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would dare go against it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Battalion Commander Garrett couldn’t challenge his authority, which meant he essentially wielded power built on the soldiers’ respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, there were a few men who glared murderously at the knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural—his casual, unbothered gait must have been infuriating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were hot-headed soldiers everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss purposely hardened his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal, meanwhile, paid no attention to his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why should he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all soldiers he could cut down if they got in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t strike first—it wouldn’t be honorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if anyone attacked, he wouldn’t hesitate to pierce or cut them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, no one made a move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, with a tinge of curiosity, he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this kind of insanity normal for you people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to specify who he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss understood immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal had the distinct impression that Enkrid had recognized him and deliberately attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on his question about his affiliation, it was clear he hadn’t known exactly who Jamal was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had sensed what he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was why he had struck with a sword infused with Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A descending blade, laced with pressure—one that could not be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since Jamal had been forced into action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a refreshing experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier would be shocked if he found out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But some things were unavoidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the end of those thoughts, this was the question that lingered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is he always this insane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had miscalculated by even a fraction…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid would have died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had swung his sword with his own life on the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honor aside, his blade had wedged itself into the smallest of gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path he had taken was lined with nothing but blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his judgment had been even slightly off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his angle had been even slightly wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, had there been even a hint of hesitation in his sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he risked his life, his blade had shown no reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushing Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that briefest of moments, Enkrid’s technique had lived up to its name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had forced Jamal to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he possibly consider this man normal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knights were human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even they had fear, instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid—he moved outside of normal constraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight’s insight was different from an ordinary warrior’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal had seen all he needed to see in that single exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss chose his words carefully before answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got good eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he’s insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss couldn’t help but admire knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their intuition was incredible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had recognized his commander’s madness in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no more questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unfortunate news, but his job here was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he had to return to his post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would this incident lead Naurillia to fully commit to war?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight had drawn his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the consequences would be significant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garrett stormed into the ruined tent late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after safety was assured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His survival instincts were on par with Kraiss’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, his expression showed genuine shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid explained everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garrett didn’t report it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing good would come from spreading the news that a knight had been here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle was supposed to be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he now tell the soldiers, \"By the way, a knight might come to slit your throat soon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he reassured them that Jamal wouldn’t return, fear didn’t work like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people here seemed to have already moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Garrett had other reasons to keep quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to report this to central command.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garrett muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, who had returned from escorting the knight, narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Couldn’t this just… be buried?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not our decision to make.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of politics was strong in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would something else unfold from this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Political leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen had broken the first vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a non-aggression treaty, but they had agreed not to cross the line for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they had crossed the border—and lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now they had even sent a knight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way this would be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most likely, Naurillia would extract a major political advantage from this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In exchange for keeping the knight’s involvement hidden, they would demand a guarantee that there would be no immediate war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Kraiss, it was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wasn’t something he had a great stake in, but that didn’t mean it was entirely unrelated to him either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filth was filth, but if there was anything to be gained from it, one might as well take advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘From the perspective of the Border Guard.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be a tremendous profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he laid his hand on it, he’d profit as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind automatically turned toward ways to earn more Krona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew, then, get treated first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assessing the situation, Garrett clapped his hands lightly as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that sharp clap drawing everyone’s attention, he stepped outside and issued a few orders. Soon, a squad of soldiers arrived to clean up the tent, which had turned into a mess after the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two medics worked together to set Enkrid’s dislocated shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the pain from realigning the bone was no small matter, Enkrid remained completely unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull crack sounded as the joint snapped back into place, causing Dunbakel to instinctively furrow her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just hearing it was unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Doesn’t it hurt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medic found himself asking before he could stop the words from slipping out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once heard of a rare condition where a person was born unable to feel pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe this was something like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, it hurts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you didn’t even let out a groan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crying out doesn’t make it hurt any less, does it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fair point, but humans weren’t usually like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When something hurt, people naturally let out sounds of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really are something else, Captain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was this guy calling him that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had no energy to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he hadn’t let out a single groan or scream, he still ended up bedridden with a fever for two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that time, Azpen’s forces withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid heard the news in passing while half-conscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it seemed like he had truly pushed his body to its limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it was a bad thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During his fevered state, he met the Ferryman again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t get cocky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt a tinge of injustice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even said anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was merely sitting on the boat, leisurely gazing at the black river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, he had simply thought that the inky waters, devoid of any visible depth, had a certain appeal to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one considered this a landscape, perhaps one’s perception of it could change depending on their mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arrogant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no other conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was no need for one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The wall will always stand in your path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the third time, the Ferryman spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid simply nodded in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had always been that way, and it always would be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They called it a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid never felt it was a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it was an opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An opportunity to bridge the gap between the talented and the talentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An opportunity that had brought him this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An opportunity that had led him to receive a knight’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt the urge to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…My thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, he meant those words sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ferryman was unlike others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Enkrid had spoken so suddenly, the Ferryman wasn’t fazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He woke from the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he came to, he found Dunbakel dozing off in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell was she doing here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something cool rested against his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A damp cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was comfortably cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed someone had been changing the cloth regularly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Hey, go lie down properly if you’re going to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, I just dozed off for a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel wiped away a bit of drool as she opened her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked a few times, let out a yawn, and scratched her cheek with her clawed fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with what seemed to be a shy expression—though honestly, it wasn’t convincing as shyness, but for a beastwoman, this was probably as close to it as one could get—she spoke in a slightly softer voice while absentmindedly scratching her neck with her claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Felt like taking care of a sick little sibling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m older than you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, yeah, but I’m going to get stronger. Strong enough to take down any bastard that comes our way. So don’t die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, Dunbakel had glimpsed Enkrid’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her beast instincts flared in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charging in meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Enkrid had charged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the mere sight of the enemy should have screamed certain death, he had still charged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel thought back to that moment when she had hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of self-reproach washed over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I haven’t changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was the worst thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t she stayed here because she wanted to live differently from her days as a bandit, wielding a thief’s blade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t want to die either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at a crossroads, she had taken neither path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So then, what should she do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll get stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the conclusion she came to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more sinking into despair. She would move forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t that exactly what she had learned from watching that crazy captain, Enkrid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t die either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke without thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, whenever he was struck down, whenever he was immobilized, Dunbakel had repeatedly hurled herself at the knight’s blade, her expression twisted in grim resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though she must have known she would die, she had still charged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had driven her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t push yourself too—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will get stronger. Sniff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hey, if you ever need a woman’s warmth, just say the word. I’ll sleep next to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel cut him off, her tongue quick as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she picked up that habit from Rem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, she had been sounding more and more like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Esther is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curled up in Enkrid’s arms, the leopard had already claimed her spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those blue, lake-like eyes met Dunbakel’s golden gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel narrowed her eyes at Esther and muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No hoarding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…What was that supposed to mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther let out something close to a scoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it a challenge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she telling Dunbakel to just try and take her place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Enkrid awoke again after a short rest, the camp outside was bustling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen had retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time for a victory party.\u003C\u002Fp>",2314,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","2bdef654f1db355ad088a0e1e95d61e4581eb6e8673401a6d1653a49bc4857e6","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-328","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-326",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]